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Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness
Author: John Franck Hymnal: Hymn Book #61 (1884) Lyrics: 1 Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness,
Leave the gloomy haunts of sadness,
Come into the day-light’s splendor,
There with joy thy praises render
Unto Him whose grace unbounded
Hath this wondrous banquet founded;
Higher o’er all the heavens He reigneth,
Yet to dwell with thee He deigneth.
2 Hasten as a bride to meet Him
And with loving reverence greet Him;
For with words of life immortal
Now He knocketh at thy portal;
Haste to ope the gates before Him,
Saying, while thou dost adore Him:
"Suffer, Lord, that I receive Thee,
And I never more will leave Thee."
3 He who precious goods desireth
To obtain, much gold requireth;
But to give us every treasure
Of Thy love, is Thy good pleasure;
For there is on earth no coffer
Which as payment we might offer
For this cup Thy blood containing,
And this manna, on us raining.
4 Ah, how hungers all my spirit
For the love I do not merit!
Oft have I, with sighs fast thronging,
Thought upon this food with longing,
In the battle well nigh worsted,
For this cup of life have thirsted,
For the Friend who here invites us,
And to God Himself unites us.
5 Now I sink before Thee lowly,
Filled with joy most deep and holy,
As with trembling awe and wonder
On Thy mighty works I ponder:
How, by mystery surrounded,
Depths no man hath ever sounded
None may dare to pierce unbidden,
Secrets that with Thee are hidden.
6 Human wisdom vainly ponders,
It will ne'er explain these wonders,
That this bread doth never perish,
Although millions it doth nourish;
And that Christ His blood is giving
With the wine we are receiving.
Ah! these mysteries unsounded
Are by God alone expounded.
7 Sun who all my life dost brighten,
Light, who dost my soul enlighten,
Joy, the sweetest, man e'er knoweth,
Fount, whence all my being floweth,
At Thy feet I cry, my Maker,
Let me be a fit partaker,
Of this blessed food from heaven,
For our good, Thy glory, given.
8 Lord, Thy holy love hath driven
Thee to leave Thy throne in heaven,
For us on the cross to languish,
And to die in bitter anguish,
To forego all joy and gladness,
And to shed Thy blood in sadness.
Now we drink this blood, and never
Will forget Thy love, dear Saviour.
9 Christ, true bread of Life, I pray Thee,
Let me gladly here obey Thee,
Never to my hurt invited,
Be Thy love with love required;
From this banquet let me measure,
Lord, how vast and deep its treasure;
Through the gifts Thou here dost give me.
As Thy guest in heaven receive me. Topics: The Catechism Languages: English
Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness
Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness
Author: J. Frank Hymnal: Church Hymnal for Lutheran Services #109 (1911) Lyrics: 1. DECK thyself, my soul, with gladness,
Leave the gloomy haunts of sadness,
Come into the daylight’s splendor,
There with joy thy praises render
Unto Him whose grace unbounded
Hath this wondrous banquet founded;
High o’er all the heav’ns He reigneth,
Yet to dwell with thee He deigneth.
2. Hasten as a bride to meet Him,
And with loving reverence greet Him,
For with words of life immortal
Now He knocketh at thy portal;
Haste to open the gates before Him,
Saying, while thou dost adore Him,
"Suffer, Lord, that I receive Thee,
And I nevermore will leave Thee."
3. He who costly goods desireth
To obtain, much gold requireth;
But to freely give the treasure
Of Thy love is Thy good pleasure;
For on earth there is no coffer
Which as payment we might offer
For this cup Thy blood containing,
And this manna on us raining.
4. Ah! how hungers all my spirit
For the love I do not merit!
Oft have I, with sighs fast thronging,
Thought upon this food with longing,
In the battle well-nigh worsted,
For this cup of life have thirsted,
For the Friend, who here invites us,
And to God Himself unites us.
5. Now I sink before Thee lowly,
Filled with joy most deep and holy,
As with trembling awe and wonder
On Thy mighty works I ponder,
How, by mystery surrounded,
Depths no man hath ever sounded,
None may dare to pierce, unbidden,
Secrets that with Thee are hidden.
6. Nay, though reason here doth ponder,
It can never reach this wonder,
That this bread is never lessened ,
Though it nourish thousands present,
And that Christ His blood is giving
With the wine we are receiving.
O these mysteries unsounded
Are by God alone expounded!
7. Sun, who all my life doth brighten,
Light, who dost my soul enlighten,
Joy, the sweetest man e'er knoweth,
Fount, whence all my being floweth,--
At Thy feet I cry, my Maker,
Let me be a fit partaker
Of this blessed food from heaven,
For our good, Thy glory, given.
8. Lord, Thy fervent love hath driven
Thee to leave Thy throne in heaven,
For us on the cross to languish,
And to die in bitter anguish,
To forego all joy and gladness,
And to shed Thy blood in sadnes,
Which we drink now; grant that never
We forget Thy love, dear Saviour!
9. Jesus, Bread of Life, I pray Thee,
Let me gladly here obey Thee,
Never to my hurt invited,
Be Thy love with love requited.
From this banquet let me measure,
Lord, how vast and deep love's treasure;
Through the gifts Thou here dost give me
As Thy guest in heav'n receive me. Topics: The Lord's Supper Languages: English
Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness
Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness
Author: Johann Franck, 1618-1677; Catherine Winkworth, 1827-1878 Hymnal: Complete Anglican Hymns Old and New #146 (2000) Meter: 8.8.8.8 D Lyrics: 1 Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness,
leave the gloomy haunts of sadness;
come into the daylight's splendour,
there with joy thy praises render
unto him whose grace unbounded
hath this wondrous banquet founded:
high o'er all the heav'ns he reigneth,
yet to dwell with thee he deigneth.
2 Now I sink before thee lowly,
filled with joy most deep and holy,
as with trembling awe and wonder
on thy mighty works I ponder:
how, by mystery surrounded,
depth no mortal ever sounded,
none may dare to pierce unbidden
secrets that with thee are hidden.
PART TWO
3 Sun, who all my life dost brighten.
Light who dost my soul enlighten,
Joy, which through my spirit floweth,
fount, which life and health bestowed,
at thy feet I cry, my Maker,
let me be a fit partaker
of this blessèd food from heaven,
for our good, thy glory, given.
4 Jesus, Bread of Life, I pray thee,
let me gladly here obey thee;
never to my hurt invited,
be thy love with love requited:
from this banquet let me measure,
Lord, how vast and deep its treasure;
through the gifts thou here dost give me,
as thy guest in heav'n receive me. Topics: Communion; Holy Communion; Year B Proper 13 Scripture: John 6:31-58 Languages: English Tune Title: SCHMÜCKE DICH
Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness
Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness
Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #182 (1893) Lyrics: 1 DECK thyself, my soul, with gladness,
Leave the gloomy haunts of sadness,
Come into the daylight’s splendor,
There with joy thy praises render
Unto Him whose grace unbounded
Hath this wondrous banquet founded;
High o’er all the heavwns He reigneth,
Yet to dwell with thee He deigneth.
2 Hasten as a bride to meet Him,
And with loving reverence greet Him,
For with words of life immortal
Now He knocketh at thy portal;
Haste to ope the gates before Him,
Saying, while thou dost adore Him,
"Suffer, Lord, that I receive Thee,
And I never more will leave Thee."
3 He who costly goods desireth
To obtain, much gold requireth;
But to freely give the treasure
Of Thy love is thy good pleasure,
For on earth there is no coffer
Which as payment we might offer
For this cup Thy blood containing,
And this manna, on us raining.
4 Ah! how hungers all my spirit
For the love I do not merit!
Oft have I, with sighs fast thronging,
Thought upon this food with longing,
In the battle well-nigh worsted,
For this cup of life have thirsted,
For the Friend, who here invites us,
And to God Himself unites us.
5 Now I sink before Thee lowly,
Filled with joy most deep and holy,
As with trembling awe and wonder
On Thy mighty work I ponder,
How, by mystery surrounded,
Depths no man hath ever sounded,
None may dare to pierce unbidden,
Secrets that with Thee are hidden.
6 Nay, though reason here doth ponder,
It can never reach this wonder,
That this bread is never lessened,
Though it nourish thousands present,
And that Christ His blood is giving
With the wine we are receiving.
O, these mysteries unsounded
Are by God alone expounded!
7 Sun, who all my life doth brighten,
Light, who dost my soul enlighten,
Joy, the sweetest man e'er knoweth,
Fount, whence all my being floweth,--
At Thy feet I cry, my Maker,
Let me be a fit partaker
Of this blessed food from heaven,
For our good, Thy glory, given.
8 Lord, Thy fervent love hath driven
Thee to leave Thy throne in heaven,
For us on the cross to languish,
And to die in bitter anguish,
To forgo all joy and gladness,
And to shed Thy blood in sadness,
Which we drink now; grant that never
We forget Thy love, dear Saviour!
9 Jesus, Bread of Life, I pray Thee,
Let me gladly here obey Thee,
Never to my heart invited,
Be Thy love with love requited;
From this banquet let me measure,
Lord, how vast and deep love's treasure;
Through the gifts Thou here dost give me
As Thy guest in heaven receive me. Topics: Catechism Lord's Supper Languages: English
Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness
Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness
Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #432 (1918) Lyrics: 1 Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness,
Leave the gloomy haunts of sadness,
Come into the daylight’s splendor,
There with joy thy praises render
Unto Him whose grace unbounded
Hath this wondrous banquet founded;
High o’er all the heav’ns He reigneth,
Yet to dwell with thee He deigneth.
2 Hasten as a bride to meet Him,
And with loving reverence greet Him,
For with words of life immortal
Now He knocketh at thy portal;
Haste to ope the gates before Him,
Saying, while thou dost adore Him,
"Suffer, Lord, that I receive Thee,
And I nevermore will leave Thee."
3 He who costly goods desireth
To obtain, much gold requireth;
But to freely give the treasure
Of Thy love is thy good pleasure,
For on earth there is no coffer
For this cup Thy blood containing,
And this manna, on us raining.
4 Ah, how hungers all my spirit
For the love I do not merit!
Oft have I, with sighs fast thronging,
Thought upon this food with longing,
In the battle well-nigh worsted,
For this cup of life have thirsted,
For the Friend, who here invites us,
And to God Himself unites us.
5 Now I sink before Thee lowly,
Filled with joy most deep and holy,
As with trembling awe and wonder
On Thy mighty works I ponder,
How, by mystery surrounded,
Depths no man hath ever sounded,
None may dare to pierce unbidden,
Secrets that with Thee are hidden.
6 Nay, though reason here doth ponder,
It can never reach this wonder,
That this bread is never lessened,
Though it nourish thousands present,
And that Christ His blood is giving
With the wine we are receiving.
O, these mysteries unsounded
Are by God alone expounded!
7 Sun, who all my life dost brighten,
Light, who dost my soul enlighten,
Joy, the sweetest man e'er knoweth,
Fount, whence all my being floweth,--
At Thy feet I cry, my Maker,
Let me be a fit partaker
Of this blessed food from heaven,
For our good, Thy glory, given.
8 Lord, Thy fervent love hath driven
Thee to leave Thy throne in heaven,
For us on the cross to languish,
And to die in bitter anguish,
To forego all joy and gladness,
And to shed Thy blood in sadness,
Which we drink now; grant that never
We forget Thy love, dear Savior!
9 Jesus, Bread of life, I pray Thee,
Let me gladly here obey Thee,
Never to my hurt invited,
Be Thy love with love requited;
From this banquet let me measure,
Lord, how vast and deep love's treasure;
Through the gifts Thou here dost give me
As Thy guest in heaven receive me.
Topics: Catechism Languages: English
Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness
Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness
Author: Johann Franck, 1618-1677; Catherine Winkworth, 1827-1878 Hymnal: The Book of Praise #533 (1997) Lyrics: 1 Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness;
leave the gloomy haunts of sadness;
come into the daylight's splendour,
there with joy thy praises render
to the One whose grace unbounded
hath this wondrous banquet founded,
high o'er all the heavens reigneth,
yet to dwell among us deigneth.
2 Sun, who all my life dost brighten,
Light, who dost my soul enlighten;
Joy, the sweetest heart e'er knoweth;
Fount, whence all my being floweth:
at thy feet I cry, my Maker,
let me be a fit partaker
of this blessed food from heaven,
for our good, thy glory given.
3 Jesus, Bread of Life, I pray thee,
let me gladly here obey thee;
never to my hurt invited,
be thy love with love requited.
From this banquet let me measure,
Lord, how vast and deep its treasure,
through the gifts thou here dost give me,
as thy guest in heaven receive me. Topics: Gladness / Happiness; Jesus Christ Bread of Life; Light; Sacraments and Ordinances Communion Scripture: John 6:35 Languages: English Tune Title: SCHMÜCKE DICH
Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness
Deck Thyself, My Soul, with Gladness
Author: J. Franck; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: Rejoice in the Lord #536 (1985) Meter: 8.8.8.8 D Lyrics: 1 Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness;
leave the gloomy haunts of sadness;
come into the daylight’s splendor,
there with joy thy praises render
unto him whose grace unbounded
hath this wondrous banquet founded;
high o’er all the heav'ns he reigneth,
yet to dwell with thee he deigneth.
2 Sun who all my life dost brighten,
light who dost my soul enlighten,
joy the best a hear e'er knoweth,
fount whence all my being floweth;
at thy feet I cry, "My Maker,
let me be a fit partaker
of this blessèd food from heaven
for our good, thy glory given.
3 Jesus, Bread of life, I pray thee,
let me gladly here obey thee;
never to my hurt invited,
be thy love with love requited;
from this banquet let me measure,
Lord, how vast and deep it's treasure,
through the gifts thou here dost give me
as thy guest in heav'n receive me.
Scripture: John 6:35 Languages: English Tune Title: SCHMÜCKE DICH
Deck Thyself, My Soul, with Gladness
Deck Thyself, My Soul, with Gladness
Author: Johann Franck; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: The United Methodist Hymnal #612 (1989) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness,
leave the gloomy haunts of sadness.
Come into the daylight’s splendor;
there with joy thy praises render
unto Christ, whose grace unbounded
hath this wondrous banquet founded.
High o’er all the heavens he reigneth,
yet to dwell with thee he deigneth.
2 Sun, who all my life dost brighten;
Light, who dost my soul enlighten;
Joy, the best that any knoweth;
Fount, whence all my being floweth;
at thy feet I cry, my Maker,
let me be a fit partaker
of this blessed food from heaven,
for our good, thy glory, given.
3 Jesus, bread of life, I pray thee,
let me gladly here obey thee;
never to my hurt invited,
be thy love with love requited.
From this banquet let me measure,
Lord, how vast and deep its treasure;
through the gifts thou here dost give me,
as thy guest in heaven receive me.
Topics: The Sacraments and Rites of the Church Eucharist (Holy Communion or The Lord's Supper); Adoration and Praise; Holy Communion Scripture: John 6:35-58 Languages: English Tune Title: SCHMÜCKE DICH
Deck Thyself, My Soul, with Gladness
Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness
Author: J. Franck Hymnal: Chorale Book for England, The #a2 (1863) Lyrics:
Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness,
Leave the gloomy haunts of sadness,
Come into the daylight's splendour,
There with joy thy praises render
Unto Him whose grace unbounded
Hath this wondrous banquet founded;
High o'er all the heav'ns he reigneth,
Yet to dwell with thee He deigneth!
Languages: English
Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness
Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness
Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnal. 9th ed. #a269 (1895) Lyrics: 1 Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness,
Leave the gloomy haunts of sadness;
Come into the daylight’s splendor,
There with joy thy praises render
Unto Him whose grace unbounded
Hath this wondrous banquet founded;
Higher o’er all the heav’ns He reigneth,
Yet to dwell with thee He deigneth.
2 Hasten as a bride to meet Him
And with loving rev'rence greet Him;
For with words of life immortal
Now He knocketh at thy portal.
Haste to ope the gates before Him,
Saying, while thou dost adore Him,
Suffer, Lord, that I receive Thee,
And I nevermore will leave Thee.
3 Ah, how hungers all my spirit
For the love I do not merit!
Oft have I, with sighs fast thronging,
Thought upon this food with longing,
In the battle well nigh worsted,
For this cup of life have thirsted,
For the Friend who here invites us
And to God Himself unites us.
4 Now I sink before Thee lowly,
Filled with joy most deep and holy,
As with trembling awe and wonder
On Thy mighty works I ponder,
How, by mystery surrounded,
Depths no man hath ever sounded,
None may dare to pierce unbidden
Secrets that with Thee are hidden.
5 Nay, though reason here doth ponder,
It can never reach this wonder,
That this bread is never lessen'd
Though it nourish thousands present,
That with wine the blood of Jesus
Here is giv'n from sin to save us.
O these mysteries unsounded
Are by God alone expounded!
6 Sun, who all my life dost brighten,
Light, who dost my soul enlighten,
Joy, the sweetest man e'er knoweth,
Fount, whence all my being floweth,
At Thy feet I cry, my Maker,
Let me be a fit partaker
Of this blessed food from heaven,
For our good, Thy glory, given.
7 Jesus, Bread of Life, I pray Thee,
Let me gladly here obey Thee,
Never to my hurt invited,
Be Thy love with love requited;
From this banquet let me measure,
Lord, how vast and deep love's treasure:
Through the gifts Thou here dost give me
As Thy guest in heaven receive me.
Topics: The Catechism Holy Communion Languages: English
Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness
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